Dear X,

Actually I’m not a huge watcher of pornography. Sometimes in the late afternoon (that’s my horny time, in case you hadn’t figured it out) I’ll surf around a bit till I get sopping wet. After a while, though, I’ll bang on my hubby’s office door and declare an emergency. We have watched porn together before, though. I’ve forced him to keep his eyes on the screen as I’ve sucked his cock, and then vice versa. Usually it’s the human contact I like, but sometimes there’s nothing hotter than simply using each other for a bit. So “talk dirty to Google”? Well, I really gave that little search engine an earful. I had just done my afternoon yoga, so my blood was pumping and I was just the slightest bit sweaty. I took off my underwear (I tend to do my yoga topless, which I believe is an ancient technique), and took my computer over to the living room couch. I typed this (and I don’t want to bore you, but it’s THE recurring fantasy, and I’ve really got to do something about it one of these days): orgy tits video. Google blushed quite charmingly, and then he gave me about a billion options.

It took a few tries before I found a video that would get me hot and bothered. Big tits can’t go wrong (at least with me), but men who aren’t completely goofy are a little harder to find in these things, and I want a vagina to be at least almost as cute as mine (and a lot of them aren’t close). Also I really don’t like to see men pounding on women until I’m heated up to the point that I’d like to be pounded on too. Maybe not even then. Are you getting all of this, X? As my secret sexual counselor, I’m expecting you to pay close attention in order to be able to give me your professional orgy advice. Okay?

So orgy tits video, and finally I found a delicious French scene where all the women were chic and natural. It was some kind of party in a chateau, and couples were walking in and sort of eyeing each other. Then a couple of single women started making out, and their gloriously huge tits popped out, and they were licking each other, then moving down onto a couch as they peeled off their little black dresses. Alone on my couch, I was pretending that one of those women was on top of me, and I pinched my nipples and stroked my pussy in little tight circles. Within seconds I was absolutely drenched. I wanted to lick those tits, and I wanted mine licked too. This little adventure had begun when my husband went into the bathroom to shower after his run.

Now he came out stark naked and strode out into the living room (I want those extra credit points, by the way – the volume was on high, and not only didn’t I care if the neighbors heard, I WANTED them to hear). Without saying a word, my husband looked down on me as if I was just another video. So I ignored him and just kept watching and stroking. Most everybody at the party had their clothes off now (though some of the men had just unzipped the pants of their slick suits to bring out their cocks, which is another fetish of mine). Couples had switched partners, and one of the original women on the couch had wandered off to help another woman fuck her husband (talk about jealous!).

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that my husband had his dick in his hand and it was hard. I loved the tits, but I loved that more, so I tossed the computer aside and spread my legs for him. “I want an orgy!” I cried up at his throbbing dick. He said he wanted one too, and that we just had to keep putting ourselves out there, and I don’t know what else, and then he was on me, kissing my nipples and fumbling at my wet pussy. “What did you like the most?” he hissed in my ear. I told him I liked the breasts, and all the licking of the breasts, and the shaven pussies, and those unbelievably big dicks sticking out of those suits. He was rubbing his own dick against my clitoris, but I stopped him.

“I want you to take photos of me like this,” I said. He made a joke about me wanting to invite that photographer who took photos of me to our orgy, and I told him I wouldn’t mind that in the slightest. He went off to get the camera, and I just kept touching myself, my mind on big tits and now a little bit on that photographer. Since your assignment was to reproduce the porn I watched, I had to do it in my mind. There simply weren’t enough juicy tits around for a proper orgy, X, but believe me I licked them in my mind. I even unzipped a few pants to fish out huge, hard dicks. Mr. X, I promise you this, I tongued them like a porn star in my mind. I mean serious technique. Deepthroating and all that (which is admittedly a lot easier in your mind – I mean even you could do it – ever tried?). Eventually my husband got in on the orgy too, and not a moment too late. A mind will only take you so far, don’t you think, and I had a hard cock right there at my disposal. He slid his body up over mine and put it in me. He’d set up the camera on a stool and it clicked every once in a while (he’s been getting into photography and has taught himself some tricks – he knows a few other tricks too, I’m happy to report).

We were both so excited that we came quickly, but neither of us was ready to stop just yet, so we took a little study break to check out the photos, and mister we looked HOT! So hot that it was just like looking at porn, and the porn got us excited, and we fucked again, imitating the porn. Sort of an endless cycle once you get caught up in it, isn’t it? So there’s my A+ report, X. With all that extra credit, you’d better buy yourself a new red pen, because that’s going to be a lot of plusses, if I do say so myself.

Scholarly me

P.S. Notice that there are no photos attached to this e-mail. Yep. So sorry. But don’t let that stop you from writing those plusses, or I’ll take it up with the dean. “Professor X has been sexually harassing me, sir.” You get the idea?

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